A/N: I apologize in advance for the drama in this chapter

All You Got- Chapter 13-This is Everything

End of Summer

Tegan's P.O.V.

We were nearing the end of our U.S. Tour with the Killers. Everyone was a bit sad it was over, as we'd become great friends with the band over the spring and summer months we'd been on the road with them. Sara and I were retiring early to the tour bus when Sam caught up with us just as we were about to leave the venue.

"Sam! What are you doing here?" I cried, running to hug him warmly. We hadn't seen him in months- since we left Vancouver. And after all, it was him who had given us the chance to tour with the world-famous band.

"I actually live here in Portland." He said, hugging Sara as well. "I thought I'd stop by to see your last show."

"We're so glad you're here!" I said. Being cooped up in a tour bus with the same people for months would make anyone happy to see an old friend.

"Actually, I had something I'd like to talk to you two about." Sam said, suddenly serious. "Do you think we could find an open restaurant? I bet you both are starving." We were starving… and curious.

Sara and I found ourselves in a small, vinyl booth sitting across from Sam. Sara sipped her coffee serenely, and I nursed a coke, both of us sated from a hearty meal of cheeseburgers and fries.

"You never told us what you wanted to talk to us about." Sara said, replenishing her mug with the coffee pot on the table. I winced as I watched her bring the scalding bitter black stuff to her lips, still amazed she could drink it black.

"Well, you've both been extremely successful on this tour. But as I'm sure you've realized, the Killers need a break to rest and work on their new album. This business is very competitive- loss of momentum could end your careers right here."

"Who said we wanted to continue?" I said suddenly, drawing sharp looks from Sara and Sam. Personally, I was tired-exhausted even. I wanted to go back to our apartment in Vancouver and sleep in my familiar bed with Sara beside me. I wanted to go through the day without worrying if we'd be booed offstage for messing up, and I wanted to settle back into the daily routines I missed so much. And most of all, I just wanted to kiss my wife without worrying that someone would barge into the room, or stumble into the wrong bunk in a drunken stupor (Yes, this had happened before and we'd both been traumatized).

"Tegan, what are you saying? You can't tell me we haven't had the time of our lives on this tour." Not that there hadn't been good times, but I was so emotionally worn out, my pessimism was starting to show.

"I'm just tired Sara. I'm not sure if this is best… for us."

"How could doing what we love not be for the best?"

"It might be in the future. Don't you want to take some time off first?"

"I'm afraid that's impossible." said Sam solemnly, interrupting our conversation. "It's now or never. I wrote up this contract for you two to look at." He laid a paper on the greasy tabletop. I eyed it warily as Sara scooped it up and looked it over.

"If you sign it, you'd be provided the means to record an album in Vancouver, then support it on tour for a year. Then you're free unless you decide to renew it or you're offered a more extensive contract by Superclose."

"It looks airtight." said Sara. "Not a speck of fine print."

"We pride ourselves in doing what's best for the artists. We provide the freedom of an indie label with the exposure of a major label." Sara and Sam started discussing monetary details, but I couldn't focus. My head started spinning as I tried to decide what I wanted. I knew I wanted Sara to be happy, but was jumping into this career a reasonable risk to take?

"Get me a pen." I said, interrupting Sara and Sam's discussion.

"Y-you want to do it Tegan? Really, are you sure?" I saw hope in Sara's eyes, and that solidified my decision even more.

"Of course I'm sure."

"Don't you want to read it first?"

"I trust you." I said and reached for the pen Sam was handing me and signed my name. I think I thought then that there was no turning back, and really, despite what happened next, there wasn't.

Sara's P.O.V.

"Hello, you've reached Castlestone adoption agency, how may I help you?"

"Hi. This is Sara Quin. I'm calling about my twin sister. My mother put her up for adoption in 1980…"

"Her name?"

"Sonia Quin."

"Alright, let me find the file… Hmm. It seems we only have contact numbers for her adoptive parents, is that alright?"

"Yes, that's fine." The man gave me a phone number with a Toronto area code and I thanked him and clicked the phone back in its receiver. I looked over my shoulder to see Tegan cramming fries into her mouth as she leaned against the tour bus. The roadies had all taken bathroom breaks in the rest stop, and I had rushed to the pay phone on the side of the building under the guise of calling my mom and my friend Ted. I scrawled the number on my palm with a pen in my pocket, and then deliberately dialed each number, glancing up every few seconds to make sure Tegan hadn't moved.

"Hello?"

"Hi, I-"

"Tegan? Oh my God, is that you?"

"No, this is Sara. I think I might be Tegan's sister. Are you her father?"

"No I'm her brother, Jason. I knew she was adopted, but I had no idea she had a sister."

"Do you have a phone number for her?"

"No. I haven't seen her in 10 years."

"Maybe your parents know…?"

"No. They both died in a plane crash when I was 19."

"I'm so sorry." I said sincerely.

"It's alright. They deserved it." said Jason, a clear trace of hatred in his voice. I wonder what his parent's could've done to him to deserve such pure resentment.

"Well… I guess through some odd circumstance, you're sort of my brother-"

"You said your name is Sara Quin?"

"Yeah."

"I've heard of you. Didn't you just release an album?"

"Yeah with my wife. We're on tour now. Actually, tomorrow we're playing a small venue in Toronto. Maybe you could come to the show and meet us? I think we sold out, but I can get you a backstage pass and a ticket."

"That would be great! I'd love to meet you and your wife. I just wish Tegan could know her sister is looking for her."

"Me too. I just hope I can get to know her a little by meeting you. "

"You will. I may not have talked to her in 10 years, but I remember what a great sister she was to me. In fact, I haven't been able to forget."

The next night…

I waited anxiously for my brother after the show. Tegan had turned in immediately after the show, leaving me in the backstage area to await the only link to my sister I had.

"Sara Quin. There's someone here to see you. He says his name is Jason." said a member of the stage crew, sticking her head in the door.

"Send him in, please." I said, my voice high and taut with anxiety. The door opened wider and a tall, gangly 20-something strode in the room and closed the door behind him. I got up, nervously extending my hand. Instead, he wrapped his arms tightly around me.

"I'm sorry…you look just like her." said Jason. I sat down and patted the seat next to me.

"Please. Tell me about Tegan."

"Well… she was a kind person. She loved music. She was attentive and devoted- at least to me. She would walk me to school every morning until I was ten when she left the house when our parents discovered she was gay."

"Oh, god. And you don't know what happened to her?"

"No. For all I know she could be dead somewhere. Or worse…" Jason's voice started to crack, and I could see tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

"I'm sorry for making you bring up all of these old wounds."

"Don't be, Sara. You need to know."

Tegan's P.O.V.

I stop strumming my guitar, my eyes going wide. The song I'd unintentionally written described my exact feelings better than any words could. I grab my guitar and shoot out of the bus, across the parking lot, and in through the back of the venue, dodging a few fans waiting at the back door. I quickly locate our dressing room where Sara is no doubt sulking with her guitar. I had to show her the song- I knew it would explain everything!

"Sara, Sara! I wrote this-" I yell, bursting into the room.

"Tegan?" a vaguely familiar voice asks.

"Jason?" I scream, dropping my guitar by its neck. Suddenly, his arms are around me and I feel tears flow from my eyes, and my body shaking with sobs of relief.

"What are you doing here?" He cries in alarm, pulling away slightly to kiss my cheek.

"I'm on tour with my wife. What are you doing here?" I said, looking around his shoulder to see a shocked and confused Sara sitting on the threadbare couch.

"Your sister invited me... wait, what? Your wife?"

"Sara- my wife. She's sitting on the couch behind you. Duh!" I unlatch myself from Jason's arms to bring Sara up into an embrace.

"Thank you for finding my brother and surprising me, baby!" Sara seems frozen, not moving at all as I kiss her cheek and turn back to Jason, who has a look of horror plastered on his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked, my head flashing back and forth between Jason and Sara.

"You already met Sara?" asked Jason.

"Of course. She's my wife."

"No she's not. She's your sister."

"What? Jesus, I know we look alike, but-"

"Tegan, sit down. I think he may be right."